Lyrical Breakdown of Rydin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Rydin" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how T.I. weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Rydin" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that T.I. employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
- Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to T.I.'s narrative.
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I got my glock, cock, rydin/
And my drop, top, rydin/
Looking for them niggas where they at stop hidin/
I got my glock, cock, rydin/
And my drop, top, rydin/
I know you know where them niggas at stop lyin/
I got my glock, cock, rydin/
And my drop, top, rydin/
Looking for them niggas where you at stop hidin/
I got my glock, cock, rydin/
And my drop, top, rydin/
Aye aye aye aye aye where them niggas at
I done lost my temper, went and grabbed my pistol/
Now before you know it I be hanging out the window/
Aired out my nigga/
Like tot my nigga/
Down to do 100 years back my nigga/
Squeeze automatic trigger/
Till they ain't a bullet left/
No mask, bare face, I came to do it myself/
I got back choppa at hand another two in my belt/
Know a couple hundred killers but I refuse any help/
It's personal, some other niggas
Just considered this some work to do/
I wanna' see you choke till you purple
And know who hurtin you/
Den again man I hate him to much to kill him/
I wanna' see him suffer foreva' let's keep him living/
Hell naw fuck that, let em' fly/
Fuck him, fuck his momma', fuck his kid, let em' die/
And im down to loose my motherfucking life about that/an
Fuck ass nigga who don't like it you got that/
I got my glock, cock, rydin/
And my drop, top, rydin/
Looking for them niggas where they at stop hidin/
I got my glock, cock, rydin/
And my drop, top, rydin/
I know you know where them niggas at stop lyin/
I got my glock, cock, rydin/
And my drop, top, rydin/
Looking for them niggas where you at stop hidin/
I got my glock, cock, rydin/
And my drop, top, rydin/
Aye aye aye aye aye where them niggas at
You like to throw rocks pussy and hide your hand/
I like to lay in bushes pussy with chopper hand/
Pussy ass nigga pressed charges ran to the man/
Bitch ass nigga got spooked them choppers went to sprayin'/
You niggas shooting to get a name, I'm shooting to murk/
You pussy ass nigga rookies you don't know how to lurk/
Them nigga friendly shooters, you shooting in the dirt/
Wanna' be a killa' got to look at what your shooting first/
Pussy ass nigga rydin shooting with his eyes closed/
I don't shoot in the leg cause' I dont aim that low/
You better hope this bitch jam when I let it go/
You know how I like to get down nigga four in the morning/
Car full of drug nigga no handguns on me/
Goons on pill locked nigga matheonme/
Skied up, blacked out, extra clips on me/
We gon' lay in this bushes, till you come out homey/
Repeat I got my glock, cock, rydin/
And my drop, top, rydin/
Looking for them niggas where they at stop hidin/
I got my glock, cock, rydin/
And my drop, top, rydin/
I know you know where them niggas at stop lyin/
I got my glock, cock, rydin/
And my drop, top, rydin/
Looking for them niggas where you at stop hidin/
I got my glock, cock, rydin/
And my drop, top, rydin/
Aye aye aye aye aye where them niggas at